Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2001 23:36:53 EST
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Finding Love - chapter 2

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Finding Love - by BW                             Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 2 - The Phoenix rising from the ashes.   April 2000

It was a marvelous day that I spent with Tad but it was now getting late,
so we went up to my bedroom to get ready to sleep.  We both took a shower,
but we did it separately.  It never occurred to us that this was something
that we might do together.  What we did do together was spend the rest of
the night without any clothes on at all.  I didn't have to worry about
anyone coming in unexpectedly.  My mother never came into my room and the
help had been instructed to knock first, and then wait for me to tell them
to enter.  We both knew that we were safe from being discovered.

We got under the covers of my double bed and we moved close to each other.
We didn't know for sure what we were doing, but we kept rubbing each
other's penis because it felt so good.  We continued this until we started
to get a little sore from the stimulation, and then we finally drifted off
to sleep.  The next morning we got up and played on the computer for a
while before we dressed to go down for breakfast.  When we ate, Tad was
surprised that he was allowed to select anything that he wanted.  He told
me that it was like going out to a restaurant without having to pay the
bill.  He was used to having a nice home and a good life, but he wasn't
used to having so many people to take care of his needs.  Here, we had
cooks to prepare the meals, maids to do the cleaning, valets to take care
of and lay out our clothing, laundry personnel to clean the clothing, a
butler to run the household and answer the door, and a chauffeur to take
care of the car and to drive us wherever we wanted to go.  The only person
we didn't have was someone to love and care for us personally.  As I was an
only child, my parents decided to discontinue the nanny when I started
school.  My father was always there to care for me after that.  When he
died, I had no one left to help me.  I guess that I didn't count for much
after my father was gone.

We finished breakfast and went out to play.  This time we were Robin Hood
and Little John.  We switched roles halfway through so we both had the
opportunity to be Robin Hood.  Around midday we quit to have lunch and Tad
had to go home shortly after that.  We promised each other that we would
make this a regular activity and Tad said he would check with his mother to
see if we could do this at their house the next weekend.  He said that he
didn't have a play area like mine, but we could find other ways to carry
out our fantasies.  I agreed.  I didn't care what we did or where we did
it, as long as we were together.

After Tad left I was depressed, but I was also excited to know that I had
someone in my life who actually cared about me.  I couldn't wait for school
to begin on Monday, so I could see him again and find out if we could spend
another weekend together.  The rest of the day I found myself experiencing
all kinds of strange feelings.  I couldn't get Tad out of my mind.  My
heart raced, I felt a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach, and my skin
felt cold and clammy.  I missed him so much that I wanted to call him, but
they didn't have a phone yet.  Even if they had, I wouldn't want to become
a nuisance and cause his mother to not want me hanging around.  I just had
to force myself to wait and see him in class.  I wondered if Tad was
feeling the same way I was.

Monday morning, Tad was waiting for me in front of the school.  He told me
that his mother had agreed to my coming over for the upcoming weekend.  In
fact, she suggested that if it was okay with my mother, I could come over
Friday after school and stay until Sunday afternoon.  She was happy that
Tad had made a new friend and she wanted to let us spend as much time as
possible together.  I was ecstatic.  Of course it would be okay with my
mother.  Heck, she didn't even know I was there when I was there.  I'd just
inform the butler, so he would know where I was in case anyone should
wonder, though I didn't suppose they would.  It was set.  I would stay with
Tad from Friday until Sunday.  'Yes, Win, there is a God,' I told myself.

Every noon hour we would spend the time together, trying to plan what types
of fantasies we would act out this weekend.  The first one that we agreed
to do was to pretend we were in Camelot.  One of us would play King Arthur
and the other one could be Merlin or Sir Lancelot, switching between the
characters as the story dictated.  We decided that after we did that
adventure, we could be Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.  We could pretend
that we were floating our raft down the Mississippi River.  This was going
to be great.  We'd have new adventures to go along with a new location.
Tad suggested that their back deck could serve as both Camelot and the
raft.  They also had a circular patio table that we could use as the 'Round
Table' and we could use the patio umbrella as a sail for the raft.  Yes,
this was going to be super.

By the time Friday arrived, we had all of our plans in place.  When school
ended, we literally ran to Tad's house.  His mother was there and she gave
us some milk and cookies when we first arrived.  Then we took my things up
to Tad's room.  After that, we went out on the deck and began our journey
down the mighty Mississippi.  Oh, what fun.  We were chased all around by
Injun' Joe and then we were nearly captured by slave traders who wanted to
sell us to work on the cotton plantations.  We did that until dinnertime
and then we went in to eat with Tad's parents.  This was the first time
that I met Tad's father, and he seemed like a very nice man.  He talked to
us all through dinner, asking us about school, what we had done earlier in
the day, and what we were planning to do the rest of the weekend.  He
seemed really interested in our games and he even gave us some new ideas.
In a way, he even reminded me of my own dad and about how much I missed
him.

After dinner we went back to finish our adventure.  We played hard until it
started to get dark, and then we had to go in and get ready for bed.  We
had to keep our underwear on in Tad's bedroom, because his parents would
stop in to check on us, but that didn't stop our hands from slipping under
the waistbands and playing with the other's dick.  Within a minute after
his mother had said good night and turned out the lights, we had our hands
in each other's jockeys and both of our little wieners were rock hard and
straining to break through the front of our briefs.  We stayed up quite a
long time, feeling each other up, before we tired of that activity and fell
asleep.  I must admit that we both slept well that evening.

Saturday morning we got up and showered before we set out on another round
of fantasy games.  We played Camelot all morning and continued it after
lunch. During the morning Tad was King Arthur and I was Merlin.  We fought
off an invading evil army and I had a duel with Morgana, the evil
enchantress.  In the afternoon, I was King Arthur and Tad was Sir Lancelot.
We fought off dragons and then we fought in mighty individual duels and
jousts.  In the end, we defeated our opponents and the dragons were slain.
Oh, what valiant warriors we were!  After dinner we switched to being space
explorers and we went to visit many other planets.  We helped to settle
Mars and we set up a science research station on one of Jupiter's moons.
We made first contact with many alien races from distant galaxies and, at
one point, we discovered a plot to overthrow the governments of earth.  We
had saved the world from invasion and we kept the human race from becoming
enslaved.  For our acts of bravery, we were given seats on the
international body that would rule the earth.  It was a day of great
excitement and many accomplishments.

That night Tad's mom made us take a bath.  She said that we needed to soak
to remove the dirt from our bodies.  She told us that it looked like we had
painted our skin with dirt while playing.  We didn't argue and we decided
to take our bath together.  She was kind enough not to come in to help us.
I think I would have been embarrassed if she had seen me without my clothes
on.  We washed ourselves and then we washed each other, just to make sure
we were really clean.  We remained pretty much in control of ourselves,
until Tad started to break wind under water.  All of the sudden, all of
these bubbles started coming to the surface and Tad was in hysterics.  It
took me a while to figure out what was happening but, when I did, I wanted
to get out of the tub immediately.  I certainly didn't want to stay in that
tub, or even in the bathroom, after all of Tad's farts had been released.
I jumped out of the tub, grabbed a towel, and ran for Tad's room.  I think
his mother got a good look at my bare butt as I raced down the hallway, and
I heard her asking Tad what had happened.  I could hear Tad laughing as he
told his mother how he broke wind in the tub and how I had bolted from the
room.  She wasn't quite as amused as he was.  She told Tad that his actions
were very rude and that he should apologize to me immediately.  He agreed,
although hesitantly, and when he joined me in his bedroom, he told me he
was sorry.  We both started laughing again and I told him that he was a
pig.  Then I told him that he was worse than a pig.  He told me that he
couldn't understand what I was so upset about.  With his tongue in cheek he
said, "Your family's in gas and I am too.  So what's the big deal?"  I must
have made a funny face because he was soon breaking up, laughing
uncontrollably.

That night we hopped into bed and I rolled over to go to sleep.  I was just
too tired from the day's activities to think about doing anything.  I
started to doze off immediately, almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I was nearly asleep when I felt Tad's breath on my cheek.  I opened my eyes
to look in his direction when I discovered that Tad was leaning over me.
Seeing my eyes open, he very slowly lowered his head and put his lips on
mine.  At this point we began kissing each other.  Neither of us knew how
to kiss, so our kisses were like those you'd give your mother.  Our lips
puckered and we made little smacking noises with our mouths.  We were just
letting the other person know how much we cared for him.  Before I realized
what was happening, Tad had crawled on top of me, his body gently sliding
against mine.  Our little cocks were rubbing against each other through the
cloth of our briefs and pretty soon we were instinctively thrusting our
hips into each other.  It didn't take long before we were getting those
wonderful tingling sensations that we felt when we rubbed each other's
dicks.  We did that for a few minutes more before Tad rolled back into his
own spot.

"What was that all about?" I asked him.

"I don't know.  I was lying here watching you and I thought I should kiss
you good night.  I was just going to give you a quick kiss on the cheek,
but then I decided to kiss you on your lips instead.  I didn't mean to go
for so long, but I really started to like it and I knew that I had to give
you more.  I don't know why I got on top of you.  You aren't mad at me, are
you?"

"Heck, no.  That felt great.  I wouldn't mind doing that again."

"Really?  You're not mad at me?"

"Aren't you listening?  I said that I'm not mad.  I liked it.  It felt very
nice.  We'll try it again the next time you stay over at my house.  Okay?"

"Sure, why not?  It did feel good."

"Great.  Tomorrow you can ask your parents if you can come over to my house
next weekend, from Friday until Sunday.  We'll have more privacy there and
we won't have to worry about getting caught.  Is that all right with you?"

"Of course."

Sunday led to a new round of adventures.  This time we were Robinson Caruso
and his servant, Friday.  We were living on a small island (the deck),
trying to survive on our own.  We spent our time avoiding the cannibals who
lived on this and nearby islands, as they searched for food.  Then we had
to lookout for the headhunters who came to the island to attack and kill
the cannibals, so they could shrink their heads for religious ceremonies.
It was a wild day and we had a great time.  When his mother called us in
for lunch, Tad asked her about next weekend.  She readily agreed, seeing
how much fun we had together with our youthful imaginations.  She thought
the friendship was good for both of us, and who were we to disagree?

After lunch, Tad's mom drove me home.  I told her that I could walk or call
the chauffeur, but she wouldn't hear of it.  She told me that she'd be
happy to be my chauffeur and that she would take me back herself.  Tad and
I sat in the back seat and he gave me a hug before I got out of the car to
go into my house.  I don't know whether his mother saw this but, if she
did, she didn't say anything about it.  I got out and stood in front of the
car waving to them as they left the driveway.  Tad's mother yelled out her
window.

"Good-bye, Win.  I'll see you next weekend when I drop Tad off.  Be good,
honey."

That was nice.  I don't remember my own mother talking to me like that
since I was very little.  I wish my mother were more like Tad's mother.  I
miss my dad, but I miss my mother more.  My dad was dead and I couldn't
change that, but my mom is here and she just doesn't care.  Sometimes that
hurts more than the fact that my dad is gone.  I thought maybe I'd try to
do something to change that.

I went upstairs to the master bedroom suite and knocked lightly on the
door.  There was no response so I opened it a little and peeked my head
inside.  I could see my mother lying on her bed.  I walked softly over
beside the bed and looked up at her.  She was lying there with her eyes
closed and I thought that maybe she was asleep or passed out in another
drunken stupor.  I turned to slink back out of the room when I heard her
speak to me.

"What are you doing in here?"

"Hi, mom," I said, trying to sound happy.  "I just wanted to come in, see
how you were, and say hello."

"Hello," she said brusquely.  "You know that you're not supposed to be in
here."

"But I haven't seen you in a while and I missed you.  I just wanted to come
in and tell you that I love you."

"Very well, you've said it.  Now you can leave."  She sat up on her bed,
picked up a glass from her nightstand, and she took a drink.  Her brushing
me off like that hurt very deeply.  Doesn't she love me at all?  I had to
find out.

"Mom, may I have a kiss?"  I looked over at her sitting on the bed and I
tried to put on my most pathetic expression.

"Oh, all right.  Come here."  Yes, I did it.  I walked over to the bed and
she turned her cheek and pushed it out to me so I could kiss it.  What was
this?  She wasn't even going to kiss her son?  I started to lean in and
kiss her on the cheek but, just as my lips touched her skin, I decided that
I just couldn't do it.  I turned away quickly and raced out of the room,
shutting the door behind me.  I don't think my mother even noticed that I
didn't really kiss her or understood why I left so quickly.  I raced down
the hall to my room and went in, slamming the door behind me.

Does she think she's the queen and she's just letting one her lowly subject
kiss her noble cheek?  Or does she think the she's the 'massa's' wife who
is letting one of her poor slaves take a peck at her aristocratic face?
Then again, maybe she thinks that she's a saint ministering to the wretched
poor and she's letting them make their prayer of supplication by kissing
her radiant countenance.  Damn it!  Who does she think she is?  She's none
of those things.  She's my mother and she's supposed to kiss her son.
She's supposed to have feelings for me and I for her, but this is beginning
to look like a one-way street.  Even if I try to show her my love, she's
only going to go through the motions of returning it.  It's obvious that
she doesn't have the same feelings for me.  Why did my father have to die?
Why couldn't it have been my mother?  If I had to lose a parent, why
couldn't I lose the one that didn't love me instead of the one who did?  As
all of these thoughts continued to race through my mind, I buried my face
into my pillow and I began to cry.  No, that's not quite right.  I didn't
just cry, I sobbed.  My chest was heaving, the tears were flowing, and the
sounds of anguish escaped from my lungs.  But crying wasn't all that I did.
I also swore into that pillow and then I beat on it, like I wished I could
beat on my mother for hurting me.  I needed to let my anger and hurt out,
and that poor pillow took the brunt of my assault.  How could anyone be so
cruel and so thoughtless?  How could I be so unworthy of my mother's love?

After a time, I cried myself to sleep and I remained that way for over an
hour.  When I awoke it was late afternoon and suddenly everything that I
had been feeling earlier came flooding back into my mind.  At that moment I
resolved that I would never let her hurt me like that again.  From that day
forward I would have nothing more to do with that woman and I would no
longer consider her my mother.  Whether Mrs. Driscoll knows it or not, she
now has another son.  She's much nicer to me, so I'll just think of her as
my mother, and my own mother can go to hell, as far as I'm concerned.

That next Friday I went with Tad over to his house to get his things.  When
we entered the house, his mother was in the kitchen and she said 'hello'.
I ran over and gave her a hug.

"How sweet.  What brought that on, Winthrop?"

"I just missed you since last weekend.  I like you a lot.  You're really
nice to me."

"Well, thank you, dear.  I like you a lot, too.  You're a really sweet
young man and I'm glad that you and Thadeus are friends."

"It's TAD, Mom, and he's WIN.  We don't like it when you use our other
names."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, dear.  I shall try to remember that.  Will you forgive
me Winthrop...I mean Win?"

I just grinned at her and nodded my head up and down.  "You can call me
whatever you want, Mrs. Driscoll.  I like it no matter what you call me.
Tad's just a grump. He acts like a cranky old man who's trapped in a young
body."  Tad shot me a dirty look and his mother began to laugh.

"You're right, Win, dear.  Sometimes he is an old grump in a little boy's
body.  I hope that you can be a positive influence on him and get him to
change his ways."

"Mom!" Tad screeched.

"I shall try, Mrs. Driscoll, but it's going to be hard.  You'll have to
give me some time to work on him."

"Certainly, dear.  Take as much time as you need.  I know that it takes
time to perform miracles."

Tad was totally exasperated by now.  "Mom, I'll go up and get my things and
you can start the car.  I'll be right out.  Win, you come with me."  That
last statement sounded like a command and I hadn't heard Tad speak so
forcefully before.

"What were you trying to do to me down there?" Tad asked me as we walked up
the stairs.

"I was just having some fun with your mother.  If she likes me, then she
won''t try to keep us from seeing each other.  I just want her to like me
so we can spend all of our weekends together."

"Yeah, but you don't have to make me look bad while you're doing it, do
you?  You keep that up and she's going to like you better than she likes
me."

"No, she won't.  She's your mom and she loves you.  I just want to make
sure that she likes me."

"Okay, but don't overdo it."

We went back downstairs and we got into the car.  Tad's mom drove us over
to my house and we got out.  Tad kissed his mother good-bye and we started
for the front door.

"Winthrop, haven't you forgotten something?" she asked me.

Puzzled, I looked at her.  "I don't know.  What?"

"My kiss.  You forgot my kiss young man."  Excitedly, I ran over to the
driver's side window and I gave her a kiss.  Then, I waved to her as she
drove out of the driveway.  That confirms it.  She loves me more than my
mother...I mean that woman who lives upstairs.  I walked up and joined Tad.

"See.  She's beginning to like you more than me," he said in a strange
voice.

"No, Tad.  Maybe as much as you, but never more."

We went into the house and we threw Tad's things into my room.  After that,
we headed to the kitchen for a snack.  Since the staff knew that Tad was
coming over this weekend, the cook prepared something special for when we
arrived.  She had a slice of cake and a glass of milk ready for us when we
came in.  We devoured it almost immediately and we both thanked the cook
for the excellent treat.  We asked her to bend down and she did, expecting
us to whisper something in her ear.  Instead, we both gave her a kiss on
the cheek, one on each side.  She blushed and smiled at us as we ran out
back to play.

Believe it or not, that had been the nicest day I've had since my father
died.  That was also the most affection that I've felt since that dreadful
day, as well.

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